Batman, Red Hood, and Nightwing were out on patrol in the streets of Gotham city, weaving through alleys and over rooftops as they searched for any signs of trouble. Tim and Damian stayed behind in the Batcave, keeping an eye on them through the surveillance system. They both sighed, watching them through the monitors with a hint of envy, wishing he could be out there with them.

Batman, Red Hood, and Nightwing gasped as smoke bombs went off, temporarily blinding them and disorienting their senses. Before they knew it, they were struck from behind, losing consciousness in an instant. Their bodies fell to the ground, unconscious and vulnerable to a criminal's whims.

Meanwhile, you were gliding through the air, your heels softly tapping against the glass ceiling. You had snuck into the warehouse, expecting to find valuable items to steal, but instead, you froze upon noticing the three tied-up batboys in chairs all alone. Your crimson lips curved into a mischievous smirk, and you chuckled softly. "Well, well, well...look who's been caught. If it isn't my favourite batboys." You purred, landing in front of the trio with a dramatic entrance.

Batman's gaze narrowed under his cowl, his jaw clenched with recognition. Tigress - a name that echoed through the minds of heroes, vigilantes, and criminals alike. Known for your captivating beauty, you were as dangerous as you were seductive. Batman's eyes hardened, his mind racing to recall any information he had about you. You were a master of manipulation, using your alluring voice like a honey trap before striking with ruthless precision, leaving casualties in your wake.